Wind In Her Hair

Oh mother of seas, I saw her so long ago

Wind in her hair, gold ribbons in hands

I am drunken by wine, quite as a child

So close to thee

Wind in her hair, gold ribbons in hands



I'm tired and our traveling,

Our traveling is over

You are so tired and our traveling,

Our traveling is over

I'm sorry for the pain,

Inside of forest shades,

We saw each other hardly

So sorry for the pain,

Stand still in forest shades,

We saw each other hardly, my dear



Oh mother of trees, I saw her so long ago

Wind in her hair, gold ribbons in hands

I am drunken by wine, quite as a child

So close to thee

Wind in her hair, gold ribbons in hands



I'm tired and our traveling,

Our traveling is over

You are so tired and our traveling,

Our traveling is over

I'm sorry for the pain,

Stand still in forest shades,

We saw each other hardly

I'm sorry for the pain,

Stand still in forest shades,

We saw each other hardly, my dear

Hardly, my dear

Hardly, my dear